Page 84 of The Wolf Lord's Mate

Squirming on his lap, I was acutely aware of a growing hardness poking against my thigh, one that Nathaniel made no effort to hide. Why would he? The male was shameless in his lust, relishing in every blush and tremble he could steal from me.

Even the way he held me there, pinned to him with a steel grip and a depth of dominance I could not even begin to measure, he was as calm as a windless sea. Nathaniel was the storm, the brewing clouds in the distance ready to pull me down into his depths.

"I would like you to answer me, darling," Nathaniel's fingers slipped higher, tracing under my skirt and just skimming the seam of my panties, "I asked if you were done?"

"Oh, I heard you," I ground my teeth, attempting once more to push against the strong hand pressing down against my upper back, "I simply decided not to dignify your question with a response."

"Is that so?" Nathaniel purred.

"Absurd questions do not need answers." I huffed, tilting my head as far back as I could towards Nathaniel, who had the gall to smile at me.

"It is not an absurd question, little one," Nathaniel mused, a wave of cold air hitting me as he flipped my skirt up over my waist, "And dignified is an interesting word—not one that I would use for your current predicament, mind you."

"You are the one who's put me here." I gritted my teeth, trying to hold in a gasp as Nathaniel squeezed my ass firmly.

"I asked if you were going to be good for me," Nathaniel placed a gentle kiss on my bared skin, "You denied my request. I will be more specific this time, shall I?"

"Do indulge me." I retorted.

"Gladly, this is what is going to happen—You are going to tell me that you did not deserve that treatment or else I will spank you until you do."

"You wouldn't," I hesitated for a breath, "I am injured after all."

"Precisely," Nathaniel mused, "And you should not be. The injury is not your fault, but I did not care for your response to said injury. You do not deserve to be harmed, and if you cannot learn that simply through me telling you, then I shall have to teach you another way."

"There is nothing for you to teach me." I said.

"Then tell me you did not deserve it, my love," Nathaniel rubbed his hand slowly over my backside, only the thin fabric of my panties separating his skin from mine, "Tell me that you did nothing wrong and that it was completely unwarranted."

"I could have made a different choice," I attempted to explain over the sound of Nathaniel's disappointed sighing, "But I did not and that is my fault."

I yelped as a sharp sting radiated across my rear, followed by a gentle caress. "Wrong answer, darling," I attempted to shift from Nathaniel's grasp, my protestations swiftly ended by another hard spank, "Let's try again shall we? Did you deserve it?"

"I went with him when he asked me—Nathaniel!" My ass burned from two spanks in a row, his large hand covering far too much surface for my liking. Well, what I liked and what my body liked seemed to hardly ever be aligned anymore, and they certainly were not in that moment.

Every spank Nathaniel gave me somehow managed to radiate down into my core, and it was difficult not to grind into his thigh.

"You are so adorable when you squirm like that for me, Princess," Nathaniel rubbed his hand over my warmed backside, gently slipping my panties down my legs until cool air hit my already wet entrance, "Do you need me to repeat my question again?"

"Go ahead," I flinched apprehensively as Nathaniel moved his hand down to my thigh, ignoring the low chuckle that followed, "Repeat yourself as much as you like, I already know how much you like to hear the sound of your own voice."

Nathaniel let loose a flurry of sharp spanks, one after another until I was squealing, biting down into the blankets to try and stop from calling out, but I could only muffle my cries.

Just as the sting was almost too much, Nathaniel stopped, as if he could sense how much I could take, his large hands rubbing soothing circles on my over-heated skin.

My thighs were slick with wetness, and Nathaniel slowly slid one finger inside me with ease, teasing at my entrance. I was backing my hips into him before I even realized I was doing it, my need animalistic in its intensity.

The stinging on my backside blended into the tingles that Nathaniel's touch always brought, the line between pain and pleasure fading until it disappeared completely; only need remained, a promise of an ecstasy that only he could give me.

That would only be allowed if I gave myself over to him, if I trusted his touch and his guidance.

"Is that what you want, little mate?" Nathaniel teased his finger deeper, just the start of his thick digit filling me and I already wanted more, and a whimper escaped my lips as Nathaniel slipped his finger out abruptly, "That is what good girls get, little mate, they get rewarded for obeying their alpha.

But you are being very naughty, Mira, choosing not to do as I have asked. "